Modern Screen (Jan-Nov 1952)

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Take my word for it ^ Only Mavis keeps you flower-fragrant, flower-fresh, alluringly feminine all over. This velvety imported talc, exquisitely perfumed, insures your daintiness . . . absorbs moisture, helps prevent chafing. With Mavis you are always your loveliest self. (DAVIS TALCUM Complete the magic spell with bewitching . . . I'M WARMING UP. More advice: Don't fall in love with money. I'd tell my kid sister that if I were allowed only one remark. As a child I fell into the "rich kid" classification. Real name: Jane Sterling Adriance; private tutors in Paris and London ... I had any tendency toward snootiness ground out of me in theater work ... On the other hand, my husband, Paul Douglas, grew up as a poor boy, which makes him basically a nicer guy than lam... Paul gets along with everybody, loves Cadillacs. I drive a little Studebaker, and fight a tendency to be afraid of new acquaintances. EVER HATE YOUR FACE? Well, I did. For years, all because of a nose that was too full in the middle. It was so bad that every time I looked at anyone I didn't see a face. Only the nose. My dislike spread, privately, to Lana Turner, Betty Grable and 23 starlets with beautiful noses . . . Then, one day, a plastic surgeon of high repute did for me what he had done for so many women. He fixed it. . Now I don't care what anyone, including cameramen, thinks about my nose. When Before After they look at me closely I say to myself, "Well, at least I tried!" One day you too may want a prettier nose, in w'hich case, here's some advice, well meant: Don't have your nose fixed as a whim, because they can, never give you back the old one. Don't do it because you have a complex. First you have to get rid of the idea that your nose is ruining your life. Then calculate carefully. If a nose operation will obviously improve your chance for personal happiness, and you can afford it, go ahead . . . But never without the best of surgeons, and hot if you are under 20 . . . You may not know your own mind. THINGS I LOVE: The advice of an ex-glamor eirl who told me: "The best way I know to stav beautiful is to fall in love, scrub your face with soap and water and say your prayers with equal thoroughness, every night." HOME IS A PLACE a lot of girls are in a hurryto get away from, so they can marry, settle down, and build a nest just like the one they left . . . (Think it over. I mean that as a tribute to your parents.) And while on that, subject, I don't agree that children should make friends of their parents. Make mothers and fathers of them, instead. They like it that way . . . I've found my real home, at last. Saw it first, several years ago, and it was a Douglas home then— belonging to Melvyn Douglas. When, a couple of months back, Paul and I called an agent about a house, the first thing mentioned was the Douglas home in the old Outpost section of Hollywood, high in the hills. We took it like a shot, and now we're furnishing .. . . We're searching the town for furniture we've always wanted — our first selection being a tremendous king-sized bed . . . I want a Utrillo for over the living room mantel, and for Paul's cooking, an O'Keefe and Merritt or some other veritable Wurlitzer of a stove, and a GE refrig. (No endorsement implied; I just like 'em.) I'LL CONFESS something. As a child I was a BRAT! I've always been a little spoiled, and my husband, bless his heart, hasn't changed me too much . . . Like a million or more other children, I come from what some people refer to as a "broken home" ... My parents were divorced, and at an early age I learned' what it was to be "more to be pitied than censured." Little devil that I was, I played mother against father, and enjoyed being the center of the stage. Got away with it for a long time, too, before somebody spanked my little bottom. .Apparently my beloved father and step-dad didn't put too much stock in the loving psychology concerning children of divorce ... So I've been living happily ever after. Thanks for letting me talk to you. Yours, Editor's Note: Yon may want to correspond wtH Jan Sterling personally. Simply write to her, c/o Modern Screen, 1046 North Carol Drive, Hollywood 46, California. Don't forget to enclose a self-addressed, stamped envelope to insure a reply. 10* & 25f PERFUME . . . and take my word for it Jan Sterling allowed me to read what she has to say, between scenes of our co-starring film, Flesh And Fury, and I asked the editors for an opportunity to help launch this new series. I think you all should know that Jan is as honest and clever as she appears on the screen. Far as I'm concerned, this column is going to be on my "must" list every month. Sincerely,